Chasing the buzz the other night took me from Dublin 2 to Dublin 8 back to Dublin 1…where the festivities were in full sway in Fibber Magees with live music & a Jack Daniels promotion…JD on the house & spot prizes for all, oh happy nights! Sweet memories are made of these.
The fun was not over when we departed Fibbers in a quest for food down Parnell Street before midnight. Saray Kebab was calling. Garlic chip kebabs were being well enjoyed when a commotion of fireworks ensued outside. “Up the RA!” Roared the instigators. “Up the RA!” We cheered.
An unmarked Garda car arrived on the scene as a final firework erupted into the night sky. All of a sudden we had company in Saray Kebab, a pair of hooded hoodlums from up the flats, fresh out of fireworks & fresh-faced to boot, having safely evaded arrest.
Keith & Aran, AKA Karan they joked, were sound as a pound. I treated them to an earful of my blog & Aran treated us to a delicious plate of chicken & chips. Laugh & grow fat!
Laugh we did. This pair were a barrel of laughs. Keith, who was riding a scooter, jokingly offered me a ride home on the handlebars. Fat chance. How about a threesome? Their chances were slim to none. Chastity ruled.
“You are vibrant!” Bairbre, my art therapist, was to declare the following afternoon. I had been up all night buzzing in my room online mostly but managed a few hours shuteye in the morning after breakfast. Bairbre was delighted to see me on top form.
On a scale of 1 to 10, my mood these days is at least 9. If I skip a night’s sleep, it shoots up to about 11 which is into the danger zone…hypomania! However, I was cruising happily at an easy 10 since I’d slept some, thank wholly God.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 